As we know from previous stories, Bart can be a little mischievous sometimes. Sometimes he is so mischievous, in fact, I am sure he was named after Bart Simpson. This is one time where his curiosity got the better of him.
A month or two after COVID-19 started, our refrigerator broke down and we had to call in a repairman. This was a little nerve-racking as COVID-19 was running rampant and we were a little nervous about having someone in our house. Bart, perhaps sensing our nervousness, decided that it was time to bring out the big guns.
When the repairman arrived all of our other cats disappeared as if part of a magic trick, but Bart wanted, no, needed to know what was going on. Who was this creature moving the big white box? What was this suddenly giant space behind it? Was this creature willing to give him pets? Bart learned many answers that day, but the one he was most sure of was that, yes, he could receive pets, albeit tentatively.
After thoroughly exploring, Bart decided he must show the repairman who owned the house. He began by receiving one last half-hearted stroke from the repairman, wandered over to the basement door and began to tear his claws into it, tearing off the wood with each scratch. The repairman turned to him, stared, then turned to me. “It’s the cat’s door,” I tried to explain, glancing at the deep crevices carved into the door. “Um, it belongs to the cats?” Bart was not finished, however. He then turned to his litterbox yowling a deep warrior call, and released his stinkiest poop to this day.
I’m sure it became apparent as I cleaned Bart’s litter box who was the boss in our household.